The souls of heaven, earth and man were shattered.

In just an instant, this high-ranking ninth-level Martial King died under Han Yang's sword because of his carelessness.

Seeing Yang Kai's headless body falling from the sky, Han Yang spat heavily.

"You believe it when I say three swords? Why don't you put your neck in front of my sword? You idiot!"

At the end of the sentence, Han Yang burst out laughing.

While laughing, he kept coughing up blood.

but……

In the end, he won.

Ninth level!

He killed a ninth-level Martial King!

Although he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, he was still at the ninth level!

There was no other sound in the sky above Ziyun City, only Han Yang's hearty laughter remained.

"He...he actually smashed the fragmentary shield of the God List? Killing gods with a mortal body?"

The dumbfounded Fu Liuxin stared at the seriously injured Han Yang in the void in disbelief, his eyes full of awe.

Seeing it is like seeing God!

At this moment, in Fu Liuxin's heart, Han Yang was as great as a god.

Killing gods with a mortal body is nothing but a god!

"I, Mingjiao, am really unlucky."

With a sigh, Fu Liuxin seemed to have seen the end of the Mingjiao's collapse.

Zhang Wuyou also stared at Han Yang blankly and remained silent for a long time.

He didn't know how long it took before he stopped laughing.

"No more fighting... no more competition... wouldn't I be making myself uncomfortable by comparing myself with this kind of monster?"

Zhang Wuyou, who was proud and arrogant, no longer had the slightest idea of ​​competing with Han Yang.

How can humans contend with God?

All you have to do is kneel down in front of the gods, lie down, and worship.

Whoosh!

Xiao Jiuer rose up in the air and appeared next to Han Yang. He stared blankly at Han Yang's hair, his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't.

"Don't worry, I'm fine."

Han Yang smiled and rubbed Xiao Jiuer's head.

"Ah! Master, hair, your hair..."

Only then did Ji Xiangtian realize that Han Yang originally only had a streak of white on the side of his ears, but at this time, all his black hair had turned white.

The fluttering silver threads gave Han Yang, who had just defeated the ninth-level Martial King and became a god in a battle, a sense of sadness.

Han Yang was still smiling.

He has something to do and is fine!

I used reincarnation forcefully four times and paid a heavy price.

The foundation is almost destroyed, and there is not much life left.

In ten years, or even five years, he will run out of life and die.

But Han Yang is confident that in the next few years, he will be able to gather the three souls and be promoted to King of Martial, thereby making up for his longevity.

As for the damaged foundation, we can only find ways to slowly restore it.

"Go, dig out the fragments of the God List from that old ghost. I want to see what that thing is."

Han Yang flicked his finger between Xiao Jiuer's eyebrows.

Awakening the little girl from her sorrow.

Xiao Jiuer pursed her lips, wiped away her tears, then turned around and rushed toward Yang Kai's body.

At this time, the crazy smile on Saintess Luanyuan's face had long since disappeared.
Chapter completed!